1D Omorashi Oneshots

Blaming (Omorashi)

The group were rehearsing for their next performance in a few days and nothing was going right.

Niall kept getting the words wrong.

Zayn forgot to move into the right positions.

Liam was fiddling with his microphone.

Louis had sore throat and couldn't sing properly.

Harry...well...Harry couldn't stay still.

He kept squirming in his position and couldn't seem to stay still.

"From the top guys!"

They all groaned and got into their beginning positions.

"Wait!" Harry shouts over the boy's noise. "Can I go pee real quick?" He asks innocently.

"Really, Harry? Can it wait?" His boyfriend, Zayn groans.

Harry shakes his head apologetically.

Rehearsals were early this morning and he woke up late, without a chance for his morning wee.

He crosses his legs and bounces slightly. "I didn't have a chance to go this morning... Please? I'll be quick." He asks again.

"Fine." They agree and wait for him to come back.

Harry rushes off gratefully and comes back moments later, looking relieved.

"Better?" Zayn asks.

Harry nods and they start from the top again.

They finish their rehearsal two hours and forty minutes later.

Zayn stands at the exit waiting as Harry walks over to him, downing a bottle of water, clearly enjoying the fact that after the two hour long drive, he would finally be able to spend some time with his boyfriend.

"Harry?" Zayn smirks at him when he reaches the exit.

"Hmm?" He answers through drinking the water.

"Don't you think you should take a trip to the toilet?" He asks in a baby voice. "You know. So you won't have to stop us on the drive back."

After Zayn mentions it, Harry feels a twinge in his bladder. But he doesn't want Zayn to be right.

"I'm fine." He closes the bottle and storms out to join the others.
Zayn follows behind, amused by his boyfriend's antics.

Everyone gets into the van.

Paul upfront, driving with Liam in the passenger seat.

Niall and Louis in the seats behind those.

That leaves Harry with no choice but to sit with Zayn at the back.

Harry huffs when Zayn takes a seat beside him.

Zayn notices and sighs, "I'm sorry, baby, if I hurt your feelings. I just wanted you to be comfortable for the ride." He says kissing Harry's cheek.

Harry grunts in response, still not accepting his apology.

"I won't do it again." Zayn begins to trail kisses down Harry's jaw, to his neck. "I was stupid. Okay? Please talk to me...I miss my Hazza." He mumbles.

"It's alright."

Zayn beams, kissing Harry full on the lips. Harry kisses back for a while until he remembers his need.

He slowly eases Zayn off of him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks concerned.

Harry looks down at his lap.

"Harry." Zayn's voice is warning him.

Harry bites his lip. "Well...Um... I may actually need to go to the toilet... Just a little bit though. I promise."

Zayn looks at him knowingly but doesn't make a comment.

"Sorry." He squeaks, "I should have listened to you. I'm sorry. I was just so embarrassed and I though I was going to be fine." He rocks in his seat a bit, adjusting his seat belt.

"Ssshh. It's fine. Can you hold it?"
Harry thinks for a while then nods.

"It's a two hour ride, babe. You sure?"

"Yeees, Zayn."

"Fine." Zayn pulls Harry onto his lap. "Maybe you should get some sleep."

Harry agrees and falls asleep in his boyfriend's lap.

An hour into the drive, Harry wakes up again.

He stirrs on Zayn's lap and blinks up at him.

"Hey." Zayn smiles pecking his nose.

Harry giggles softly, still half asleep. "Morning..."

"It's just 11:40." Zayn laughed as the van goes over a speed bump, jostling the van and Harry's bladder.

Harry gasps, realising why he had woken up.

"You okay?"

Harry shakes his head, sliding his hands betweens his legs to squeeze his crotch. "Gotta go..." He moans.

"Oh yeah. That." Zayn sighs.

He lowers Harry onto the seat beside him.

"Gonna pee myself, Zayn."

"Stop over reacting, we'll just ask Paul to stop."

Harry nods.

"Paul!"

"What?"

"Can we stop? Harry needs to pee."

The boys all groaned at the announcement.

"I wanna go home Harry, can you not wait?" Niall asked, agitated.

"You always have to slow us down." Liam rolls his eyes up front.

"Sorry." Harry moans again and squeezes his dick harder. He rocks on the edge of the seat to release some pressure. "It's kind of an emergency."

"Hold on, Harry." Paul calls back, pulling into the gas station.

As soon as the van stops, Harry jumps out and rushes off to the public toilets.

The boys mutter about how they could have been moving whilst Harry was busy peeing.

When Harry came back, he shrunk away from the glares of his band members.

He climbs in beside Zayn, trying to ignore the daggers being glared at him.

Paul drives off again.

Only to stop  abruptly 5 minutes later.

"What's up, Paul?" Louis asks.

"Traffic." He muttered.

"If Harry didn't stop us, we wouldn't have been stuck here. We would have been able to avoid this." Niall groans.

"Why can't you control your bladder." Liam rolls his eyes.

The words hit Harry hard.

He didn't mean to.

"I-I'm sorry...Um...I didn't mean to make any-"

"Just be quiet before you make more trouble." Zayn sighs.

"Oh. Okay."

He shrinks back in his seat.

Even his boyfriend hates him.